Every year March brings a new beginning and the sense of one more winter season soon behind. The transitions in life, large or small, seem to take some soul-searching. Soul is that place only we can go, unaffected or defined by the external world and people around us. We let go of past, linger a little in the soul of March and face the new birth of spring ahead.
There might be a grey day or two when seasons change. Even on the dreariest of days the sun peeks out right at the very end. Warm sunlit horizon in the western sky, however brief, opens as a portal for the soul to seek new meaning and direction. Best not miss it.